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Story time! |
Ypke draws attention wherever we go, something that my not-so-humble-never-fallen-off (at that time) self loved. Around that time frame, I thought that we were all that, and I was excited to show off our mad dressage skills. I'm sure we were a sight for sore eyes: muddy boots, tank top, hair down, ill fitting helmet, mediocre equitation, out of control pony, and squeaky Wintec... Good ol' Wintec, you were such a trusty saddle despite your voice!
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
We were racing around the arena at an
After she quit pawing, I rode her over to the roundpen where there was a lunging tutorial going on. I was so busy watching that I didn't even notice Ypke was pawing again until it was too late. As I finally noticed she was pawing and dismounted, a strange "not quite right" feeling settled in my gut. Right when I dismounted, she dragged me about 15 feet away to an extra deep, sandy area.
Down she went. Straight onto the arena sand. Straight on top of her tack. She was rolling. I was flat out mortified as I watched, trying to get her up to no avail. My cheeks were burning red with both anger and embarrassment after a man standing nearby began to snicker and insult us. I was now beyond mortified.
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rollin' n' hatin' |
I got back on and we were off; trotting madly around the dressage arena once again. There was one spook in which I almost fell off, but other than that the meet went well. During showmanship she rolled three times though. Everyone thought she was colicing, but she was just enjoying the hot sand on a blazing hot day.
Moral of the story: If your horse begins to paw on a hot day... or while they are in water... keep them moving forward! Lesson learned.
This is sooooo funny. I can just imagine you standing there horrified while she is rolling in the dirt! Reminds me of this very embarrassing moment when I was about 7 and my mom was trying to teach me how to ride (I was a horrible rider). My horse decided to lie down -- while I was on him. First his front legs went down, then his back legs. The whole while my mom and the barn owner were screaming at me to kick him and get him up again so he didn't roll. I was so flustered I didn't know what to do, all I knew was I didn't want him to roll on top of me, so I just got off and walked away. More yelling ensued. The horse rolled with all the tack on. That was probably the day my mom realized I would never be a great equestrian. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHaha! It is always so embarrassing at the time, but it is funny to look back and remember all of those moments.
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